As she opened the door to the quaint looking bookshop, the heady smell of old books, vellum, leather, and parchment mixed with the characteristic mustiness of old books assaulted her senses - but in a very good way. The smell brought back happy memories, a time when things had been simpler, and all she had to worry about was school, homework, or what she was going to do on the weekend.
Zora loved books, loved libraries, had spent hours upon hours as a young girl, alone in their family library fascinated by all the lore, the theory behind magic and nature, the legends of magical creatures, beings, in the books her grandfather had collected over the centuries.
Glancing around the shop briefly, taking in the high stacks, long rows, and aisles of books, Zora couldn't help but wander up the first aisle, curious to see if maybe they might have something about regalias. It was a subject, a topic that was new to her. She had actually gleaned her own library, asked her grandfather even, and had come up rather empty handed. Nobody seemed to really know much about the beings in question.
@Emy
Zora loved books, loved libraries, had spent hours upon hours as a young girl, alone in their family library fascinated by all the lore, the theory behind magic and nature, the legends of magical creatures, beings, in the books her grandfather had collected over the centuries.
Glancing around the shop briefly, taking in the high stacks, long rows, and aisles of books, Zora couldn't help but wander up the first aisle, curious to see if maybe they might have something about regalias. It was a subject, a topic that was new to her. She had actually gleaned her own library, asked her grandfather even, and had come up rather empty handed. Nobody seemed to really know much about the beings in question.
@Emy
